I’m embarrassed and ashamed of the fact that I can’t stop internalizing the words and actions of insecure bullies.
The first in a series of posts in acknowledgment of Mental Health Awareness Month.
Today marks my first day off of psychiatric medications in over four years.
Learning to let go of perfectionism and embrace realness is a process, but there’s no shame in it.
Feelings are coming at me from every which way. All of them are real, but not all of them are cause for concern.
It’s been a weird day. Also, Happy Birthday to my dog, Macallan!
Why am I creating barriers to thinking about the future?
I’m not sleeping well. It’s a lousy side effect of tapering off the Wellbutrin.
Hello, old friend.
Another step down in medication means I’m slowly but surely nearing my goal.